No one else could see it. No one else could see that door. No one else could feel its presence, ever taunting, ever tempting. Every time I pass by that door, I am being pulled towards it, not physically, but spiritually; my soul is being ripped to shreds by the existence of this door.
I’m seeing more of these doors, and I’m scared. They used to only appear on barren walls, but now, I see them replacing actual doors. My friends ask me why I don’t go out with them anymore, but I don’t have the heart to tell them.